Saturday, March 22, 2008
Well, we made it. No breakdowns or temper tantrums (mine or the girl's!), everybody wore their costumes (such as they were), we didn't run out of food or shaloch manos, and we lit candles for shabbos BEFORE the sun went down.
Here's how it went...
Thursday, due to my taking so long to really get over this stomach bug, I wasn't fasting... but it was one of those days at work where no one could get anything done, you know? So it was a shleppy, "we're waiting for the party to start" sort of day. In the end I clocked out before actually leaving the office, because it had gotten to the point I felt like I was stealing from the company!
Yoav, fasting throughout, was a STAR and ran all sorts of errands in J-town, hitting a few stores to get the 'last' of what we needed, ha ha ha. We all drove back together and started to clear up the living room, because... 30 women were coming over! As we have done for a few years now, Yoav lained megilla for women in the house, so Purim began - hurray! - and a whole buncha people came over (SR went to a neighbor whose husband was watching all HER kids while she heard megilla at our house). Thank God, the story didn't change, the Jews still win in the end, Haman still bites it, and merriment, merriment. The girl came home and went to bed, and Yoav and I stayed up... for hours. Cleaning, making the food for shaloch manos, getting ready for our seuda, putting together chulent, etc, etc. I went to sleep at 1 AM, Yoav went to sleep sometime thereafter (he was on call with the ambulance, but God loves us and he wasn't called out) only to get up to daven at dawn because, surprise!, we needed him to go to the grocery store as soon as it opened to get the REST of the last of everything we needed.
He went, we got up and into costume, Mommy decorated SR's face with shoe polish, and we took pictures (a very important religious obligation of the day). Yoav read megilla again for another 20 people or so, and then we started with the rounds of giving and receiving goodies. The first wave of seminary girls had arrived at 8 AM, so they actually assembled all the shaloch manos, bless them, and while we were giving them out were making the food we were eating for seuda, setting the table, and even running out to deliver for us. I thought having 15 girls and a family for seuda would be stressful, but heck, they really did almost all the work!
B"H, starting from the onset of Purim, I really did start to feel healthy again - hurray!
For shaloch manos, Yoav had the idea to give hot dogs and french fries. So we did - soy hot dogs in buns, with greasy cold french fries (yum!) and a little muffin liner with ketchup (I admit we did give out Osem, not Heinz ketchup, for which I feel mildly guilty, but only because we had it in the house and had to get rid of it!). This was packaged with this thoughtful poem...
Last year our daughter dressed up as a cat
So we gave out milk and cans of fish
This year she's dressed up as a puppy dog*
So we're giving out hot dogs and chips on a dish
(Not that we endorse cannibalizing your young for shaloch manos)
So enjoy this mini seuda, on this day which is crazy
Since often to eat 'real food' we're way too lazy
It's all parve, that's right, even the dog in the bun
And Happy Purim from Yoav, Miriam, and Sarah Rochel Druyan!
*unless she decides to wear the princess costume, in which case, just enjoy the food, okay?
We got some excellent feedback (pun intended) on how children immediately fell upon the food we sent, thrilling their parents since it wasn't sugar, MSG or food coloring based (although I'm sure it contained all of those things, in moderation). And the empty bun that has been laying in the front garden of the building since then I see as a testament to us in some undefinable way.
So as you see the girl was dressed up as a puppy dog, even though the day got WAY too hot for her to stay in costume after a while, so we switched to shorts and her "Eat-sleep-poop" t-shirt (thanks again, Uncle Micah). I meant for her to wear the princess costume this shabbos, but Yoav had 'hidden' it by hanging it up in the closet. I couldn't find it! So maybe she'll wear it tomorrow.
Last year, as I'm sure you'll recall, she was a kitten (see here and here for historical Tochter blogness), and this year she was a dog... next year I think she's going to be a kallah, though, since her obsession continues unabated and that's what every other other little girl dressed up as!
For seuda, we had the aforementioned gaggle of girls and the Weinrebs (burp!) (sorry, bad predicate agreement humor, won't happen again). We had spaghetti and meatballs, salad and... chulent. We ate outside in the sukka, which was nice from a cleanliness perspective but HOT. The subsequent slight dehydration, wine drinking and sleep deprivation undoubtedly led to my husband's slight illness after they all left, about which I shan't blog any more details but to be thankful that I was over my stomach issues beforehand. Both he and Sarah Rochel (post-bath, since she was understandably filthy) passed out on the couch, very cutely (well, one more cutely than the other). SR I moved to the crib. Yoav moved himself to the bed later, where he stayed for several hours.
Yoav was just looking at the pictures with me, and asked me why I had given the girl shoe polish whiskers, as opposed to just a decorated nose. The answer was, because Sarah Rochel had insisted! "Do cheeks, do cheeks," so I did! And she verily enjoyed Mommy wearing her "puhple sheytle."
Shabbos we were out for both big meals, and thank you to the K's and B-C's for hosting us. SR was perfectly happy to have day #2 of eating inappropriate snacks, rotating nicely between the bisli-salty-type and the candy-food coloring-type.
Perhaps somewhat belatedly, she is now getting really into the Purim story, which is to say, she keeps talking about Mordechai and "Es-er" (don't know why we can't get that middle t consonant) and pointing to pictures in the "Mordechai book" and asking "what happens?" "Es-er hiding!" "Where Es-er go?" She likes the turtle too, and if there's no turtle in YOUR Megillas Esther, I recommend you buy Gadi Pollak's 'Purim Shpiel' immediately. We explained other aspects of Purim to her on a somewhat simplistic level, such as how on Purim everyone dresses silly (aside: she is quite delicious when she will do something goofy, then turn to me with a big grin going "dat's silly!"), we give everybody treats, we give tzedaka and we read "gilla." I am really happy she didn't have any overstimulation issues or oversugaration issues or anything that marred the day. She was just happy, and even when she got tired, she was alright as long as she was with us. She also spent like an hour on the front mirpeset watching a man in a full monkey suit stand on the street waving to cars. In fact today she was still looking for the "monkey street," but fortunately I think he has retired until next year.
Yoav only got called out on one real call over Purim, which was a kid who - surprise! - ran out in the street and got hit by a car. B"H he didn't seem too bad, certainly not compared to how he could have been. There were of course lots of minor burns from fireworks, but again, nothing as horrible as coulda been. But then, tonight and tomorrow are still actively Purim in J-town, so let us pray for idiot children and idiot adults to be spared from harm.
I am typing this while I eat a hand-decorated gingerbread man. I love people who put more effort into their shaloch manos than I do! We enjoyed our shaloch manos sushi too. And do you believe we received only ONE homemade hamentachen? I'd want a refund, if I wasn't already full from trifle and kokosh cake. Seriously, this year because Purim was on a Friday, people did seem to tone down a bit - we gave out 25 shaloch manos and sent cards for about that number of people. We got some nice stuff, but it's not a massive amount - it was really nice. Like, we might even eat all of it! :)
This was the night before, getting into the Purim spirit. My little sunshine.
Just before everyone passed out, after the guests all left...
...and that's how she fell asleep on the couch, leaning on the arm waiting for me to come back in the room.
This, while not immediately Purim related, was too cute not to share. Recently SR has gotten even more into pretend play than before, playing with fake fruit and plates and her baby, of course. She's very into diapering right now (that's right Micah, the 'used' diaper that was sitting on my couch for several days was HER TOY, not an 'actual' used specimen!). Up with the legs, slide the diaper under. And again, and again, and again! Thother night, she succeeding in closing the diaper! I didn't have the heart to explain that it's usually closed under her dress. SR was sooo proud!!